Nick’s Yorkie, Puddin’, came trotting down the hall. Today he was dressed in a pair of jogging shorts and a tank tee. When he saw Dave, he stopped dead in his tracks and started to yap furiously.
“Puddin’!” Nick admonished the little dog. “You know Dave. What’s wrong with you?”
Puddin’ stopped barking. Dave squatted down and held out a hand. Cautiously the little dog came toward him, ears pricked up, tail between his legs. Finally close enough to stretch out and sniff Dave’s outstretched hand, Puddin’ apparently recognized him. His ears relaxed, and his little tail wagged in an enthusiastic greeting. Dave petted the dog.
“Wonder what that was all about? He’s only known you since he was a pup, and he’s fifteen now,” Nick said as he turned and continued down the hall.